Strange Behavior

Polis intercepts
the palace, grieving on the
body of an old horse.

You don't appear of
this world, with your invisible
wings of majenta flames.

Listen now soundlessly
I drink hawthorn daily for the
sake of unborn poems.

by Satish Verma

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Comments (2)

Lovely expression exploring the abstract realities of life. Thanks, Satish ji.
Satish, such a great write...10++++++++++